My Etsy Addiction

Hello everyone. My name is Dahlia and I am an addict.

I have recently found a love for shopping online, but not just shopping online, shopping for handmade things. It all started when I decided the theme for my baby shower. I made a “Baby Shower” board on pinterest and started scouring the internet for all things Alice in Wonderland. Of course finding Alice in Wonderland invites that I actually liked and could afford was near impossible. I finally decided that I would make my own. I made myself an account on Etsy and began the search. I’m not going to lie, my ideas were somewhat stolen from other Etsy users. I took an idea from one store and the wording from another and the stamp ideas from another, until I decided screw it! MY idea works better. I sat and planned and drew and stamped and stained until I came up with something I felt was fantastic! I put it together and worked on a bunch of the same idea and perfected it. I was in love with my own little invites. I decided the theme was now Elly in Wonderland (my daughter) and I was the queen. This led me to finding other things on Etsy and ordering more and more offline. I bought stamps and bingo cards and bags and keys to make party favors! I bought random things for my mom and a couple little treasures for myself. I didn’t even want to go to the store when I had money, I just wanted to shop off of this addicting website. Because, let’s be honest, there is something about ordering online and that final moment when you receive it in the mail that is absolutely, undeniably, FANTASTIC! You hope and hope all week that it will be here soon. Sometimes you even let yourself forget about it so your hopes aren’t too high every time you open the mailbox full of nothing but bills. And then one day, there it is. That tiny little package addressed to you and no one else. You rush inside, gripping it tightly, and then toss the rest on the kitchen counter. You shred the package and there it is!!! Your treasure that you’ve been waiting for what seemed like forever to finally receive and use! Ugh the rush is incredible.

I had sent out about 20 invites in the mail, and received some surprising feedback. People actually liked my creations. I suddenly was hit with yet another idea. Why don’t I try and sell MY invites on Etsy? I had seen other cards that I maybe stole the idea to use a ribbon or a stamp on mine, but there was no invite with MY style on it. The way I stamp or the way I fold or the way that I stain them. I could do this. My Mother said the same thing to me. So I decided to try it out. I made a different Etsy account and named my little card company and wrote down a million ideas for myself. So far I have only added one listing to my site, but I can only feel my seller addiction growing.

It has been about a week since my last Etsy purchase…

Yet I find my hands stained with ink and millions of stamped papers and cards all over my room which I have now renamed “My Workshop.” I have become an Etsy nerd overnight. Now I am constantly thinking of ideas and coming up with new ways of creating and adding my own taste in a new community. My fiance is wonderful and supports all of my wild ideas. He even adds a little input here and there as well. I adore him for it.

If you would like, go check out what I have added in my shop. It’s rather bare at the moment, but you can see what I did for my invites!

Crimson Queen Vintage <- There it is!

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Sweet Sixteen

When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?

At the age of 16 I’m pretty sure all I thought about was getting a car. I drove my mom’s Old 1998 Lifted, (Horse Smelling) Truck. This thing was a beast and I loved it. We romped all over south OC together and had tons of adventures. I wish I still had that truck now. I thought that once I got my own car, life would be so easy. I would be able to go and do whatever I wanted. NOTTTTT. haha As soon as I was able to drive, my dad’s grip got tighter! Sure, I was allowed to drive to my friend’s house and back, but the car had to be in the drive-way by 8. And you KNOW I thought that was a TERRIBLE time to come home, because all of my friends were still out. As I am typing this, and my younger sister is getting closer and closer to 16 by the second, I wonder what her rules will be.

When I was 16, I remember only thinking about being 18 and having freedom and the world at my fingertips. I could only think of what freedoms I didn’t have and others did. I was very concerned with growing up and what I could, and couldn’t do. I was convinced that once I “grew up” Things would just fall into place for me. Well they don’t and I wish I could go back and tell myself to work harder and pay closer attention. I am now 25, and still don’t know which path to choose. Still struggling everyday, but learning. I know that 25 is young, but I can’t help but feel time is now moving faster, and I am almost positive I am running out of it. I feel like I missed my chance to hop on the boat of success like everyone else did. Of course at 16, I didn’t have the slightest idea that I had anxiety or ADD. I am in full belief that had I been able to pay more attention, I would have been somewhere farther in life now. Had I been more concerned with HOW I was going to get a car for MYSELF rather than waiting around for my parents hand me downs and what not, I think I would probably be living in my own apartment today rather than sitting in my boyfriend’s dad’s girlfriend’s house  Garage which I hate.

I was lucky however, and received the most beautiful car of my life on my 18th birthday. I still drive it and to be honest, it teaches me something every day. So, my life didn’t really turn out the way I had planned. Things didn’t really just fall into place once I hit 18. They fell on my face from high up on some shelf, and I simply stood there and let them hit me. But I am figuring which things go on which shelves slowly, and I am figuring out how to keep them from falling on my face again also. So I have come to the conclusion, that its okay to not hop on the success boat right away, sometimes it’s nice to sit back and figure things out on your own. After all, we are basically here to learn.

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When I grow up, I’ll be stable

When I grow up, I’ll turn the tables.

Tell me about YOUR Sweet Sixteen. Did you think you’d be what you are today?

Quote me

Do you have a favorite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move you?

“Bitter or Better”

say it out loud.

now repeat it.

think about it. would you rather be bitter?

or get better.

I was told a story when I was in cosmetology school about a woman named Angie Cranor. At 16 Angie’s love was playing basketball. One game her father told her to “play this game like its the last game you’ll ever play,” and Angie, thinking she had the rest of her life to play ball, didn’t take it to heart. The next day, Angie was in a car accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. She learned from this experience that you only have today to give that 100%.

During the time Angie was in the hospital, she met two men who had the same injury. One man was extremely bitter and called his nurse to help him with everything. The nurse said he would probably end up in a nursing home because he couldn’t take care of himself and wouldn’t try. The other man was very positive and talked to Angie every day saying he would see her when they were done with treatment and they would be walking some day. Angie finally decided to get bitter or better and eventually became a hairdresser. My favorite part of this story is when Angie says this –

You can do anything you want, no matter how big the obstacles. The accident wasn’t a bad thing. It was just a difficult thing that has made my life better. As you go through life’s experiences and have your ups and downs, always consciously decide to get better.

The reason why the quote “Bitter or Better” moves me so much, is because the meaning really hit me at one point. I was in no way in any position like Angie. I just broke my hand. Though, it was the circumstances in which I broke it that really broke me. I was First Chair in the honors program of Paul Mitchell known as Phase 2, student of the month and top product sales. I had return clients. I felt like I had the world. Then I let one idiot get me so upset to the point of hurting myself. I punched a solid wood door instead of his stupid face and broke a knuckle in my right hand. My cutting, blowdrying, sectioning, coloring, EVERYTHING hand. And this was my last month of school. This school and everything I did in it was my life at the time, so this devastated me.

I couldn’t do anything but stand and watch. My arm was wrapped up to my damn elbow. The worst part was, I was graduating soon and we were going to be holding a graduation ceremony AT the school in which I would do 2 models for my family and friends to see. It was then that I decided to get Bitter or get Better.

Awaken ruinous fiend of early generations.
Your rotting corpse is restored.
Straighten your limbs brush off the dust withered bandages restrain you no more.

I cut off the bandages and dyed and cut until my heart was content.

I consciously chose to get Better and completed my graduation.

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